In the basement of Rookwood Castle, the red ancient magic core had dimmed, like a burnt-out coal with only a few faint glimmers lingering on its surface.
But the silver core in Will's hand shone ever brighter. Silvery-white light poured out from within, illuminating the entire basement as brightly as daylight. Even the mottled water stains and cracks in the walls stood out clearly.
[You have successfully constructed ancient magic. Your ancient magic experience +20]
A smile curled Will's lips as he absorbed the ancient magic core back into himself. Something felt strange—the moment he drew the ancient magic into his body, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.
It was a vaguely familiar, instinctive urge to absorb the emotions around him, as though something inside him had awakened.
He scratched his head.
The feeling was not entirely unfamiliar. Santa Claus had said that ancient magic and emotions were closely linked. Joy Magic required sowing joy and harvesting joy, so it was only natural for other forms of ancient magic to require absorbing other emotions.
As long as it did not affect his sanity, this little instinctive urge was harmless.
Having secured Rookwood's ancient magic, Will was in an excellent mood.
This was his greatest haul in quite some time, and he could sense that this ancient magic had tremendous potential. It was worth exploring in depth.
The ancient magic he had studied before was Santa Claus's Joy Magic—sowing joy, harvesting joy, and using joy to strengthen himself.
This ancient magic clearly followed a different path. As for exactly what that path was, he would have to seek answers through Ranrok and DePty.
He glanced at Ranrok and Victor Rookwood, who still lay unconscious on the floor, and decided to use the time to explore the castle properly.